Post by Jaye on Nov 4, 2015 23:23:07 GMT -5
I know that we had a possible future together, the beautiful woman whispered in his ear. But our fates diverged and what could have been cannot be. I will love you in a different world, in a place where dreams become reality and nothing hurts. Glistening tears began to fall down Selene's face as she spoke her next words. Promise me that our happy ending is not forgotten. Keep me in your heart, your thoughts, your hopes - but not in limbo. Promise me, Flint.
Promise me.
As Flint opened his eyes, he was in the baggage claim of an airport. Something was familiar about the situation, something on the tip of his tongue that he couldn't bring himself to say aloud. As he waiting for his small, red suitcase to come around, the Reshiram Communicator saw a young woman out of the corner of his eye, reaching for the same bag. "Pardon me, but I think that's my bag."
The woman turned to look at him and Flint was able to see the full beauty of her face. Her light eyes seemed confused as she held his suitcase in her small hands."I think you're mistaken; this is mine."
Flint shook his head. "It seems as if we have similar suitcases. I wonder where the second one is..?" The woman looked around at the other baggage, until she grabbed an identical suitcase from the pile.
"I think this is the other one. Which is whom's?" She bent down to unzip the bag in her hands, a pair of bronze knuckles falling out. "I don't remember having these in my possession."
"I believe those are mine," said Flint, a deep red flushing his face.
The woman giggled softly, picking up the embarrassing items and tucking them back into the bag. She then offered the bag to Flint. "Trade?"
Flint nodded in relief, quickly handing over the bag in his hands. "I'm terribly sorry about this whole mix-up. How about I buy you a coffee as an apology?"
Promise me.
As Flint opened his eyes, he was in the baggage claim of an airport. Something was familiar about the situation, something on the tip of his tongue that he couldn't bring himself to say aloud. As he waiting for his small, red suitcase to come around, the Reshiram Communicator saw a young woman out of the corner of his eye, reaching for the same bag. "Pardon me, but I think that's my bag."
The woman turned to look at him and Flint was able to see the full beauty of her face. Her light eyes seemed confused as she held his suitcase in her small hands."I think you're mistaken; this is mine."
Flint shook his head. "It seems as if we have similar suitcases. I wonder where the second one is..?" The woman looked around at the other baggage, until she grabbed an identical suitcase from the pile.
"I think this is the other one. Which is whom's?" She bent down to unzip the bag in her hands, a pair of bronze knuckles falling out. "I don't remember having these in my possession."
"I believe those are mine," said Flint, a deep red flushing his face.
The woman giggled softly, picking up the embarrassing items and tucking them back into the bag. She then offered the bag to Flint. "Trade?"
Flint nodded in relief, quickly handing over the bag in his hands. "I'm terribly sorry about this whole mix-up. How about I buy you a coffee as an apology?"
